Nice Guy {Kyle Broflovski x Reader}

Part 50

The morning after was interesting. Having spent the early hours of the morning talking or kissing. After the heated moment of passion and lust, you guys basked in the afterglow of love. Joking about the dumbest things while lightheartedly talking about everything between you two, then falling asleep in each other's arms.

Luckily, you fell asleep in a T-shirt and shorts of Kyle's. Fully covered for when Sheila barged into the room in the morning. Her only being surprised and ushering you out, as they had personal plans for the day. Leaving Kyle with a kiss and a definite relationship.

Moving forward was going to be the tricky part and not knowing whether to tell your friends or act like you've truly been dating for so long. But with a relationship built on a lie, it was an easy conclusion to confess. Finding the right time and the right words to confess only to your closest friends. The biggest worry is that everyone with have questions, dots to be connected, and their reactions. With Thanksgiving break right around the corner, Kyle and you decided that it would be best to do it during the break.

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Kyle joined you on the couch, handing you a soda as he sat next to you. Wrapping his arm around your shoulder once seated. "Thank you," you smiled, planting a kiss on the side of his cheek. 

You've died down on the drinking, only slightly, but it was a step forward. Rather than drinking anytime, you saw a bottle, you kept drinking for only at night and with friends. Keeping yourself within a safe amount any time you've drank. After one too many arguments about your drinking habits, you admitted it needed to at least slow down. The final nail in the coffin was a conversation you had with Kyle a couple of days after you became official. A deep and needed conversation filled with tears but no anger. Agreeing to step back from drinking in order to keep moving forward.

"So why are we all here?" Craig questioned, straightforward. He was sitting somewhat across from you in a bean bag right next to Tweek. 

You sat straight up, shooting Kyle a look to confirm anything and everything. He rubbed at your back and gave you a nod. You looked back at the group, mentally making sure everyone was there. Kenny is in the lounge chair. Wendy and Stan in the loveseat. And Cartman in the gaming chair he recently bought. "So, Kyle and I have something to tell you," you said, unsure, seeing everyone's reaction. Until your eyes met Craig's again. He was seething. Fisting clenched in a fist and everything.

"Did you get her fucking pregnant?" he hissed, standing up.

"The fuck no," Kyle denied immediately, fixing his posture. He shot you an unsure look and whispered, "Right?" The only issue was that Craig heard that, making quick time to get to Kyle. You glared at Craig and shook your head

Rolling your eyes at Kyle, looking back at Craig again, "No, I'm not pregnant."

Craig instantly relaxed, sitting back down and giving you the normal bored look.

"So? What?" Kenny pushed, ever the drama lover.

"Kyle and I," you sighed, " Have been fake dating until last week."

It was a chorus of questions.

"What the fuck?"- Craig

"You l-lied to m-me?"- Tweek

"Kyle, you didn't tell me?"- Stan

"Stan, you didn't even know?"- Wendy

"Ah, so that's why you were talking about the first kiss so late on."- Kenny

"I still had a shot with her?"

Kyle shot Cartman a dirty look at his comment, "No fat-ass." Then he shot Stan a different look that told his friend that they'd talk later. The same look you gave Craig and Tweek.